The Empty Sea - a memorial for Athus
A lone, four-winged dragon had just touched down on the sands of the beach, the sand running through his claws as he approached the ocean.
Fire on the Beaches
sand and water, and now blood of all colors, flew into her eyes, drenched her fur, shells hammered at her ears, bullets kicking up more sand, the cries of her brothers-in-arms, but still, she reached out.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapters One Hundred Three and One Hundred Four
Now, when he spun that imprinted sand back into a vessel, it would be just the same as before. when it was done, some of the sand was now a striking, crimson color, as if he had burned his very blood into it.
Better Angels: Part 2
The white-hot sky disappeared under a blanket of sand as wind howled around them. jack pulled his bandanna over his muzzle and lowered his goggles. akohm and ophelia did the same. wind whipped grains of sand into his swept-back ears.
Counter Earth Chronicles Dual Realities Chapter 17: Sometimes The People You Think You Know The Best Are Those You Don’t Know At All
Axe said panning the room before looking at spear and club who were behaving in the same way as the sand folk were.
Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 6 - Not on the List
"he did kind of say he wanted ember to come by later," then looked down in the sand and added, "so they can talk... _privately_." flame didn't know what to say. instead, he sank down in the cold sand, unmoving, even as ember nudged at his shoulder.
Point proven
Raidenraijin: dogato: bingo mchanga fisi of the sands.: okay going to read it now.
Burdens - Chapter 17: The Views
There were prints in the sand from others having traversed the same paths.
Towards a Better World (old story)
As to confirm those words, the sand transformed into a huge stone monument ahead.
Isolation-Excerpt 27-Jourmungand
The three of us ran over to the sand bags, climbed up the steep rock face and went up and over the sand bags. the emplacement went into the mountain about 20 feet or so.
Clouds Of Light
Two racoon kits were playing frisbee on the wet sands. on the dry, a sloth was diligently constructing a grand castle.
Tides of Battle: Chapter 3: Arena
He put out one foot towards me, widening his stance, and as i lunged for his throat, he struck me a solid blow in the side of the head, flattening me into the sand.